Golden is the aura,
Which around me doth shine.
If only they knew,
What goes on in this mind.

Of their ideals,
A mockery I make.
Perhaps they're too blind,
To see I'm a fake.

But maybe, just maybe,
That just isn't it.
Perhaps their own values
Are just counterfeit.

Perhaps this gold aura,
They wear with such pride,
Is simply a mask,
Behind which evils hide.

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